Cain
walked to the edge of the bed, intent on burying himself in the warmth he
instinctively knew was waiting for him. He watched Samantha stroke a hand down
her own belly, drawing goose bumps from her skin. She slowly reached down her
body and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. With slow, languid circles she
rubbed her clit. She dipped a finger into her opening, and threw her head back
with a sigh. Her other hand massaged a breast. She moaned as she rolled and
tugged at the nipple. She opened her eyes and looked right into his soul.

“Please,
Cain, I need to feel you inside me. Don’t make me wait,” she breathed out, just
above a whisper. Her gray eyes shined with passion.

“No
worries, love. I’ll be buried so deep inside you in a few minutes you won’t know
where you end and I begin.” He climbed onto the bed, stalking her on all fours.
He felt predatory, feral with need. He could smell her arousal perfuming the air
and it was driving him crazy. He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips,
stroking them with his tongue until she opened for him. He stroked his tongue
into her mouth, caressed hers and dragged a soft sigh from her lips. He moved
his mouth over her chin and down her neck, breathing her scent in. She smelled
of warm woman and almond soap. When she leaned her head back to give him access
to her throat, he licked down the column of her neck and nuzzled her shoulder.
He bit her lightly, moving his tongue over the skin clamped between his teeth.
The moan that escaped her throat made his cock throb.

He
kissed the place he had bitten and leaned back to watch her face. Her eyes were
closed and a slight smile tilted the corners of her mouth. He fought the urge to
lean down and capture her lips once more. He wanted to be buried balls deep into
her body, to feel the heat and tightness of her pussy milking his cock. “Now,
roll over and show me that lovely ass of yours.”

Samantha
opened her eyes and grinned. She slowly rolled over, keeping eye contact with
him. She got on hands and knees,
spreading her legs. She leaned down and placed her head on the bed, moaning as
he rubbed a hand over her lower spine and ass. She leaned back into his hand and
wiggled slightly, giggling when he gave her a light smack. The giggles dissolved
into a moan of pleasure when he moved his hand down and under her mound,
pressing firmly against her folds. He nearly came when he felt the wet heat
against his palm. Her skin was so soft and slick with her
passion.

Cain
moved between Samantha’s knees. He could feel the heat radiating off her body,
pulsing against him. Her skin was smooth and soft under his calloused hand. He
slowly ran his hands up her outer thighs, and grasped her hips. He kneaded her
flesh, grinning at the whimper that escaped her lips. He pulled her back against
his cock, nestling himself in her slick folds. Pumping his hips, he enjoyed the
slick glide of his cock through her juices. “Oh, God, you’re so wet for me. What
do you want, Samantha? What do you want me to do to you?”

She
moaned and shoved back against his groin, wiggling her pussy against his cock.
“Fuck me, Cain. Make me come with you inside me.”

Her
plea pushed him closer to the building release. That vulgar request from her
beautiful lips was too much. He leaned back and ran a finger down her ass,
lightly circling her anus and moving lower until he could plunge his finger into
her wet opening. The whimper that escaped her was animalistic. He couldn’t wait
any longer. He grabbed her hips and positioned the crown of his shaft at her
opening. With a slick slide, he entered her to the hilt. They both groaned as he
filled her. With her channel tightly wrapped around his shaft, shivers raced
down his spine. He could feel slight tremors massaging his dick as he slid out
of her warmth and rammed himself back in.

Cain
wrapped his arm around her waist and slid two fingers into her folds, finding
her swollen clit. He rubbed the nub with fast, tight circles, driving her toward
her climax as he pounded into her pussy. He could feel her clit hardening, and
her muscles tightened as she got closer. She mewed softly as she pushed back
against his hand.

“Come
for me. I want to feel you come around my cock,” he growled as he thrust into
her. He smiled as she keened and her muscles clamped down on his cock. She came
fast and strong, milking his shaft as he held himself deep inside her channel.
He threw his head back and moaned as she tightened around him, forcing his
release.

He
tumbled both of them to their sides, pulling her snugly against his chest. He
buried his nose in her hair and savored the smell that was uniquely Samantha’s.
He closed his eyes in sated bliss, feeling both of their heart rates
slowing.

“You
can call me Sam, by the way. I don’t normally go by Samantha,” she said after
she yawned. She wiggled closer into Cain’s arms. “I haven’t been called Samantha
so much since I was a little kid.”

Story Excerpt:

“Samantha
Bridgestone, I’m Cain with Genophyte Security Firm. I talked to you last night.
I need you to come with me right now,” Cain said slowly. He could see the stark
fear on her battered face and was battling his own anger with the condition she
was in. He didn’t move further into the room, but he did hold out a gloved hand
to her. He took in her features and felt something shift in his chest. It wasn’t
quite painful, but it was uncomfortable. Her long frame was curled in on itself
in a defensive position. Her long, red hair was in a messy braid, tied back with
a rubber band. Her clothes were wrinkled and dirty. From the file on this case,
he knew she was wearing the same clothes that she’d been taken in. Pity and
sadness burned through the anger he felt and left him empty. He wanted to rub
his chest over his heart, but was afraid the movement would send her into a
panic. “Samantha, please, you need to come with me now so I can get you to a
secure location.”

“What
happened to Buck?” Sam asked and then slammed a hand over her mouth. “I guess
that shouldn’t be the first question out of my mouth, huh? How do I know it’s
you and not someone that found out I talked to Cain?”

Cain
hadn’t expected to have to reassure her that he was himself. Most kidnapping
survivors were willing to throw themselves at the rescuers without so much as a
word of urging. Then he remembered the
piece of glass in his pocket. He slowly reached into one of his cargo pockets
and pulled out the paperweight. He turned it slowly in his gloved hand and then
held it out to Sam.

“Your
father gave me this to help us find you,” Cain said. He watched the fear lift
from Sam’s face as she stared at the object in his palm. He found himself
drowning in the stormy-gray eyes that stared at him in mistrust. “And when we
talked, you told me you didn’t want to know the type of punishment I had
promised for your captors. Please, I don’t want to startle you, but we must go
now. We have to be out of this house as quickly as possible.”

“Okay,”
Sam said. She stood slowly from the cot. He watched her wince with pain, and
reach out to lift the paperweight from the center of his gloved hand. He wanted
to comfort her, take away the pain that she was trying to hide. “Where are we
going? Is my father outside?”

“No,
we’re going to take you to a secure location and then contact your father. The
rest of my team is waiting outside. Please, we must go.” Cain was anxious to get
her out of the house. So far, the mission had gone flawlessly. The team had
monitored the building until one of the males left to go to a coffee shop. Adam
and Bart followed that male to the store and collected him when he exited the
building. Adam had assured Cain that everything had gone smoothly. Then, Cain
and Jerome had entered the house in which Samantha was being held and subdued
the second male. Cain needed to remove Samantha from the basement, and then they
would all head to the ops center.

“Lead
the way,” Sam said. He could see fear still in her eyes but she was being brave.
His admiration for her increased. To have gone through what she had and still
have the ability to fight her own fear was amazing.

Cain
stepped away from the doorway and reached out a hand to guide Sam through the
door. He scanned the surrounding area to verify that there were no additional
people who had entered since he had come downstairs. Jerome had moved the male
to their vehicle already, and Cain could tell that the man was still
unconscious.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

When you are watching people and scoping out males, what parts draw you most? Is it his eyes, his ass, his package? Do you check out a guys chest before anything else? These are questions that I ask for each of my heroines. Yes, some times they have different answers... call me crazy! :o)

I always wonder what women see in men when they look at them. I know, superficial, but first impressions are important. If you met someone and then had to talk about their physical characteristics what would you remember?

I love a man's eyes. Yes, I'm a sucker for beautiful eyes. I truly believe the eyes are the window to the soul and sometimes there are just those guys that you could really fall for with nothing but a look from them.

Then, of course, I love a man's ass. I'm not talking nude, either. I'm talking hugged in a pair of warn jeans. Give me a firm ass snugged into a pair of jeans and I'll salivate while following those cheeks with my eyes.

I know some women will tell you that a six-pack is what draws them. More power to them if they can actually find a man with a defined six-pack. Give me a man with a wide chest and I'm a happy girl.

Did you notice I never once suggested I'm a package kind of girl?! I'm not. I love looking at men, studying them, observing them, but am a happily married lady. So, do I check out the guys crotch? Nope. I'm looking for eye candy and cocks just don't do it for me. Now, tats, on the other hand, make me hum to myself in appreciation.

So, what's your favorite part to scope out on a man? Did I capture it above? If not, share and maybe I'll find some eye candy just for you! Cheers!

In celebration of his newest release, Alex is offering a copy of Spanish Heat, the second of the Heat series, to ONE lucky winner. Leave a comment below about either a cruise experience you've had or one you'd LIKE to have. Please note that Spanish Heat is a MM title. The contest runs May 24th through May 31st. Make sure to leave your email!

Q. Alright, Alex, so where are we visiting this time for your story?
A. The entire story takes place on a five-day cruise sailing the Western Caribbean.

Q. Have you ever been on a cruise?
A. Only one, but my cruise was nothing like this cruise…unfortunately.

Q. So you’re telling me that you have never had a sexual experience in a steam room on a cruise ship before?
A. Yep…. unfortunately.

Q. Where did the idea of the story come from?
A. Well my good friend Gregory T. told me all about his antics on his many cruises and I thought, this would make a great story but with a few twists thrown in, of course.Q. Twists? Can you tell us what you mean by twist?
A. Well, when you have sex with a stranger that turns out not to be a stranger at all. Now that is a twist.

Q. In your stories, you’ve been told you have colorful secondary characters. Does that hold true in Cruising with Destiny?
A. Absolutely, but the readers will ultimately be the judges, and I hope they will let me know if they approve by leaving me a message at my blog or Facebook page.

Here is the blurb for Cruising with Destiny:
While on the ship Destiny, Nate Montgomery finds himself
cruising the steam room for sex with a stranger. What he finds instead
is his high school obsession with his lips wrapped around his cock.
Recently divorced and out, Steve Wilkinson plans to live his life
experiencing as many men as he can, making up for lost time. Or does
destiny have another plan?
Sailing the Western Caribbean, they find comfort and passion in each
other's arms while reliving their youth and wondering about their
future. As the tropical days turn into passionate nights, they realize
they are falling in love. But when the ship returns to port, will they
still feel the same way?
From Miami to Jamaica to Grand Cayman and back again, love can be
found sailing the turquoise waters of the Caribbean, but it also can be
lost.

Q. What is next for you?
A. I have the third in the Heat Series scheduled for release in the beginning of July from SirenBookstrand. The characters from Heat 1 and 2 reunite on the family farm for a wedding that turns out to be more like a down home country brawl with a whole heck of a naughty going on, rather than a civilized wedding. But with these hunky heroes, what do you expect?

Thanks, Alex, for giving us a little glimpse into Cruising with Destiny! Make sure to leave a comment to enter to win a ebook copy of Spanish Heat.

-
Entering this contest means you have read, understood, and agree with
all rules and regulations stated.- Entrants must be 18 or older (or age of
majority in your country) to enter and to win.- No purchase necessary.-
Void where prohibited.- All stated rules are subject to change without
notification or reason given.- Chances of winning vary widely based on
the number of entries received.- Prize is as stated. No substitutions or
exchanges.

- Contest host is not responsible to misrepresented/mistyped email
addresses, spam filters, mailer daemons, and other internet wackiness
that may crop up at the time of winner notification.

- Winners are final.- Contest Starts
00:01ESTMay 24th and Ends 12:59EST May 31th and open to
International participants- Winners will be notified via email no later than 12:00EST June 2nd -Respond by date to
collect prize is 14 day, 12:59EST June 16th

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

It seems like everyday lately I'm posting a new cover... awesome, but it reminds me that I have SO much writing to do!

Cain's Salvation is book 1 in the Genophyte series. Cain was one of the first genophytes, a genetically engineered group of soldiers. He bought his freedom and was living a fulfilling life. Samantha Bridgestone threw his tranquility out the window with a cry for help and a single picture.

Releasing June 5th

Here is an unedited snippet:

“I know you’re fully capable of walking,
but I haven’t been able to touch another human being in so long that I don’t
want to stop now. If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep holding you for a while.”
Cain stopped in the hallway and pressed her against the wall, kissing her until
her breath came in little gasps. He smiled at her with a grin that would rival
the famous Cheshire
feline. “I will be busy soon enough with calls and other things. Right now, I
want to hold a beautiful woman in my arms and enjoy her body.”

Sam sighed against his lips and closed
her eyes. Damn, but he knows how to make me melt, she thought.

“Fine, I guess if you can keep calling me
beautiful, I can keep letting you carry me.” She grinned and waved her hand
toward the kitchen. “Onward, good sir. I need to be fed.”

She giggled as he set her on the cold counter in the kitchen. She kicked
her legs like a kid as she watched him digging through the fridge looking for
something to eat. The view of Cain’s towel-clad ass was something beautiful to
behold. She wanted to toss the towel aside so she could watch him prepare food
naked. The thought of all that glorious naked skin gleaming in fluorescent
light made her blush. She swept her eyes up his back and caught the grin he was
throwing her over his shoulder. Shit,
caught again. She blushed even deeper at the amused look in his eyes.

“Like what you see?”

She cleared her throat and then grinned. She swept her eyes back down to
his towel-covered butt. “I do, very much, but I was imagining the picture
without the towel impeding my view of your delectable ass.”

Cain sputtered before standing and
quickly turning to catch Sam by the waist. He wiggled between her legs and
pulled her tight to his body. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. She closed her eyes to savor the
feel of his lips on hers and then gasped as cold air swished over her skin. Her
eyes snapped open to find she was sitting naked on the counter with her towel
pooled around her thighs. Her eyes widened when she found that his towel was
gone as well. Cain pulled her flush against his waist and leaned forward
to nibble on her collarbone.

“If I’m going to be naked for your
perusal, then you’ll be for mine, right?” He grinned. He bent forward and
captured a nipple in his mouth and teased it with languid swirls. She closed
her eyes and thumped her head back against a cabinet door. Heat rushed through her body as he
sucked her breast into his hot mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips.

Sam wrapped her legs around Cain and
locked her ankles together over his hips. She pulled his body close to hers and
ground her mound against his belly. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as
he continued to circle her puckered nub with his hot tongue. She groaned when
he moved his mouth with hot, wet, questing kisses to her other breast. A gasp
whispered from between her lips when he bit down on her nipple at the same time
as he snaked his hand between their bodies to rub on her swollen clit.

“God, Cain, that feels so good. Mmmmm, bite
me harder.” Sam threw her head
back and let herself sink into the delicious feeling of his mouth and hands on
her. She could feel another orgasm starting to clench her muscles, and she chuckled.

“What’s so funny about what I’m doing to
you?” Cain asked as he slipped his thumb into her dripping core. A groan
escaped his lips, and he bent his head and licked a wet path up her neck, to
her earlobe. “I don’t find any of this funny, you know.”

“It’s not funny…just that I don’t think I
have ever had more than two orgasms in one day, and I’m ready to explode again.
It’s like a world record for me, and it’s not even noon,” she answered with breathless gasps. Her
eyes closed in bliss, and she moaned when he sucked on her neck. “Oh God. Rub
me harder, please. I’m so close.”

Cain laughed low in his chest and bit her
neck while rubbing her clit faster and harder. He slid his other hand around to
her ass and slowly rubbed a finger against her anus. He rubbed her rosette at the same tempo as he
rubbed her. She couldn’t help the keen that escaped her lips. He slid
his mouth to a nipple again and sucked the nub into his mouth. She shuddered
when he pressed it against the roof of his mouth.

Sam’s body clenched, and with a final
flick of her nipple, he sent her over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. She
gasped out a litany of praise for Cain’s lovemaking in breathy abandon. She
chanted, “Oh my God, that was so good,” until he captured her mouth in an amused
kiss.

“I think I like having you naked in the
kitchen,” he laughed. He
pulled her into his arms and she snuggled against him. She couldn’t help but
melt into his arms. He was so warm and open, fun and sexy. “Now, I’m
starving. Do you want me to make you a sandwich?”

Her eyes were still lidded with passion and pleasure when she looked up
from his chest. She scowled at him and glanced down at the evidence of his
arousal. “Don’t you want me to take care of that?”

If you enjoyed this snippet keep an eye out for Sensual Sunday pieces in the next couple of weeks!

I have been drooling over others' tattoo art for years. I do not have ink, although I think soon I will be getting something done. I LOVE men with ink. I don't know what it is about it, but something about a man with tattoos is just so scrumptious.

A few of my upcoming heroes will be inked. Adam, the second male in the Genophyte series, will have quite the impressive design. A few of my shifters also carry ink. I have a series coming soon that will have heroines with mystical tattoos based on their powers.

So, for my first Tattoo Tuesday I went in search of some different pics, different designs, inspiration, etc. I hope you enjoy!

Monday, May 21, 2012

Alpha in Hiding is my first Twilight book with Ellora's Cave and I am super excited about it. Seth and Emily are both wolf-shifters. She is a little spit-fire. Alpha's daughter, denier of all things male, independent. Seth is trying to avoid his shifter side. Emily's father bribes her into taking Seth on for a "project" to see if she can't force him to make nice with his wolf.

Here is a small story, unedited, excerpt:

Emily watched Seth wander the
cabin with a mixture of amusement and trepidation. She could feel her wolf’s
wants growing and that wasn’t good. If her wolf had her way they would be belly
up, under him in a heartbeat, panting and whining. She could feel the heat
rising under her skin as she pondered the sexy view she’d had a few moments ago
of a very naked Seth. As the strongest female of their pack, she just couldn’t
understand her bitch’s need to submit to him. He was weak willed, weak bodied
and just not her type. She scolded her inner wolf and grabbed her bag. There
wasn’t much she could do about her reaction to the male. She just hoped that
they didn’t do something stupid during the weekend that they’d both regret come
Monday.

She
dumped her bag on the bed in the master bedroom and wandered to the French
doors. She loved this cabin because of the two story deck. The view was
breathtaking and peaceful. She could hear Seth moving around in the other
bedroom and actually enjoyed knowing someone was there with her. Being a loner
and constantly on guard wore her down. She longed for someone to keep her company
that wasn’t her father, and wasn’t trying to dominate her. Other females were
tough to be friends with because every male they ran into attempted something
with Emily. Jealousy and hatred had marred more than one relationship with
females. Males all tended to treat her the same way. They either avoided her or
tried to “tame” her. Being here with Seth was relaxing in a way she didn’t even
know she missed.

She
silently walked through the connecting bathroom and leaned a hip against the
door jam. He moved with animal grace even if he didn’t want to accept his inner
animal. The t-shirt he wore was once again too big for his frame, but it clung
to his back when he bent to open a drawer. His jeans were well worn and fit him
perfectly, outlining his ass and thighs in scrumptious perfection. Every time
her eyes were drawn to his ass she fought the urge to fall to her knees and
bite him. She usually wasn’t all that impressed with butts. Wide muscular
chests were more her thing, but the heavens had been generous when crafting
Seth’s ass. Maybe because his shoulders and chest weren’t sculpted and hard,
she had time to look over his other assets. She snorted at that thought and
watched him whip around and glare at her. She loved keeping him on his toes.

“When
you’re done unpacking or whatever it is you’re doing, come back down stairs.
We’re going to eat quick sandwiches and go back in the woods.” She smiled at
the scowl he threw her way and she turned to go to the kitchen. She spun around
quickly when the vibrations of a growl moved through the air and into her body.
She arched a brow at him, “What did you say? Did you just growl at me?”

Seth jerked back and
shock rounded his mouth into a perfect “o”. She grinned at him and patted
herself on the proverbial back. Getting him into his furry self was definitely
going to pull some of his wolfy side out. She waved off his stammering and
skipped down the stairs. Just call her Emily the shifter psychologist, she
scoffed.

I know, its been done before... a lot, but I wanted my say in the matter. I write both sides of the paranormal coin. In Willie's series I have both vampires and shifters coexisting in the same world, living together even if they aren't really keen on being friends.

Willie, herself, is actually part vamp and part shifter. She is unique in that way, but in her series she not only finds love in the arms of a vampire, but will find love and acceptance in the shifter world as well.

So, which are sexier? Honestly, I think it all depends on how they are written. Any being that has something extra, powers, strength, etc. adds a boost to their sexiness factor. I think that is why I love not only writing but reading paranormal stories. I love the idea of the alpha male being something more. Although, I love giving my females the same boost in powers. Maybe its a throwback to when I was a kid and pretended to have special powers. But the characters have to have some compassion. I don't want to read about a "bad" vamp that is out for nothing but blood. The same is true with a shifter book. I want the relationship, the emotional pull to the heroine. Both vampires and shifters can be sexy as hell, or with a few words thrown together can be a turn off.

Whatever the reasoning behind WHY we all love us some vamps and shifters isn't really the question, at least not in my mind. I want to know which you would want to swoop into your life and take over.

Do you shiver at the idea of a beautiful, strong, dangerous vampire sinking his teeth into a blood vessel? Does the idea of being marked as a shifter's mate by a larger-than-life alpha male turn you on?

If you are a HBO's True Blood fan, then you get to think about those same questions every episode. But, you find that same dilemma in erotic romance books all the time.

So, my vote goes to... both.

Yes, I can absolutely decide to NOT pick one side. I love both sides for different reasons. What do you think? Can you pick a side?

Monday, May 14, 2012

The Sinful Sirens Giveaway Hop from Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews runs until the May 20th.

I'm really excited to offering a copy of either of my books (winner's choice) to two lucky winners:

Maggie's Abduction is a sci-fi erotic romance. Half in Love is a paranormal story with vampires and shifters. If you want more information click on their covers for the blurbs and excerpts.

Maggie's Abduction Half in Love

Enter 3 Ways:

1. Leave a comment on this post about anything at all, but make sure to include your email. Tell me your favorite color, most craved after chocolate food, your dog's name, anything.

2. Post a link on Facebook or Twitter from this blog page

3. Get your friends to enter the contest, and mention you, on this blog page

Here's the legal mumbo jumbo:

-
Entering this contest means you have read, understood, and agree with
all rules and regulations stated.- Entrants must be 18 or older (or age of
majority in your country) to enter and to win.- No purchase necessary.-
Void where prohibited.- All stated rules are subject to change without
notification or reason given.- Chances of winning vary widely based on
the number of entries received.- Prize is as stated. No substitutions or
exchanges.

- Contest host is not responsible to misrepresented/mistyped email
addresses, spam filters, mailer daemons, and other internet wackiness
that may crop up at the time of winner notification.

- Winners are final.- Contest Starts
00:01ESTMay 15th and Ends 12:59EST May 20th and open to
International participants- Winners will be notified via email, twitter, or facebook no later than 12:00EST May 21th -Respond by date to
collect prize is 14 day, 12:59EST June 4th